W H I S K E Y

“I don’t know. The offer seems too good to be true, though. I am glad it is not false, of course, but you cannot blame me for being suspicious.”

“ oh,  shut up.  you know i need a hug. ”

“So do a lot of people, darlin’.” He did at least turn around to say that to her. 

“Sorry, this is a little unclear. Is it terrible wine - in which case, no thank you, I do not want it - or does some fool thing that sending you good wine is a joke that will annoy a man? If the latter, please, give me as many cases as you want.”

“Still hate them…” Tequila muttered as he kept struggling with the damn tie. Finally, he gave up. Either Whiskey would be happy with it or he would have to live with the fact that it’s still crooked.

“Delightful if it’s a nice bottle, yet too often a host makes the wrong choice with dinner. An acceptable drink. Why?”

         “ i  was  good, ”  she chuckles,  moving to curl up in his lap.  finally,  she manages to peel her eyes away from the photo,  staring up at jack’s face as she lays her head on his shoulder.  “ i knew i should’a stayed away from you while i was carryin’ her. ”

“You stay away from me? Now that woulda been real suspicious.” He reached over, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. The two of them made quite the cosy, depressing picture.

“ alright,  then can you at least give me your shoe size? ”  she huffs,  taking the card and taking a seat at his laptop.  “ ‘cause i don’t wanna hear no whinin’ when they don’t fit. ”

          “ you got a deal,  sugar!  where’d ya buy them boots? ”

          “ you know i would’a if i had any! ”